This piece speaks to the problem we all have with body image, women especially. Society has told us our bodies need to look perfect, we have to change ourselves so that we are a certain size and have a certain look, or else we won't be beautiful/handsome. we have to wear certain clothes and a specific amount of makeup, we "need" makeup to be desirable.
At least, that is the message I see in all the commercials, as far back as I can remember. And that is the message I see in this piece. The narrator is full of anxiety over never being able to achieve that state of perfect beauty and popularity as advertised by the media.
The only thing you can do is to stop comparing yourself to others. You'll never be perfect, as perfection is an ideal not a real state of being. No one is perfect, we all have our flaws, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In truth, I am almost positive that most of the people who actually believe they're perfect have some sort of a god complex.
As for the poem itself, I found that the rhyme scheme was effective for the piece, if somewhat simple and well known. The meter wasn't bad either, except I noticed that two lines didn't follow it all that well. While most of the piece flowed well when read aloud, the 4th and 8th sentence were longer and more drawn out. It had the undesirable effect of throwing me off while reading.
Overall, it wasn't bad. A good attempt with a decent stab at a current issue.
This piece speaks to the problem we all have with body image, women especially. Society has told us our bodies need to look perfect, we have to change ourselves so that we are a certain size and have a certain look, or else we won't be beautiful/handsome. we have to wear certain clothes and a specific amount of makeup, we "need" makeup to be desirable.
At least, that is the message I see in all the commercials, as far back as I can remember. And that is the message I see in this piece. The narrator is full of anxiety over never being able to achieve that state of perfect beauty and popularity as advertised by the media.
The only thing you can do is to stop comparing yourself to others. You'll never be perfect, as perfection is an ideal not a real state of being. No one is perfect, we all have our flaws, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In truth, I am almost positive that most of the people who actually believe they're perfect have some sort of a god complex.
As for the poem itself, I found that the rhyme scheme was effective for the piece, if somewhat simple and well known. The meter wasn't bad either, except I noticed that two lines didn't follow it all that well. While most of the piece flowed well when read aloud, the 4th and 8th sentence were longer and more drawn out. It had the undesirable effect of throwing me off while reading.
Overall, it wasn't bad. A good attempt with a decent stab at a current issue.
20 Years Old !
I love to just go out and have fun with my friends and boyfrined . I used to write a lot but sort of lost my way , hopefully this will get me started again!
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